I had a dream
that he and i were friends again.
He forgave me for giving up on us,
and I forgave him for all that I gave up on.
And we were laughing.
Then I remembered
the unpardonable act
and my body went cold.
Betrayed by my own brain!
I jaggedly collected my thoughts.
I am no longer that weak girl,
And we will never laugh again.
Some deeds can never be undone.
God forgive us both.
Author notes
God forgive him for what he did, and forgive me for ever trusting him. This is an old issue, but the dream brought it to the surface. Moving to my home state has brought up a lot of emotional garbage.
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Sorry to hear that you are going through so much.Hate for that to happen to anyone.Been there every day and I always hope for a better tomarrow.Great writing here alot of raw emotion and heart in this poem.Brings out alot of feelings for me as I am sure that it does for others too.
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Sorry about all your emotional baggage, going back to the place where things all happened can trigger off memories and dreams and dreams on their own will trigger feelings. i'm sorry that he done something really terrible and that you gave up on the friendship, though I expect there was a reason.
I know it hurts to think about the good times and how now you don't have them, but if he did something cruel he was faking things, you don't want someone around who is going to be cruel to you or put you in danger.
Always here if you want to talk. Hope all is okay otherwise
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This is a well written poem about a very tragic event. It is short and conveys a very strong message.
Great job.
Mike
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"He forgave me for giving up on us,
and I forgave him for all that I gave up on."
amazing lines. great write! -
Some things just seem to be unforgivable and we're haunted by both the act and the fact that it can't be forgiven.
I understand your poignant poem, it took me a long time to forgive a certain thing and I thing I may still harbor it in the back of my mind even though it's been more than 50 years and he's dead and gone.
Freud said that dreams are either fears or wish fulfillments... sometimes it's hard to even tell the difference. Your poem is written with meaning, and maybe a little guilt that the dream was a happy one in spite of what happened?
A good job with this, sometimes the heart rules, sometimes the brain rules.
Dee
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Brutal
Honesty isn't necessarily the easiest of possibilities, but acknowledgment is always a good thing. Poetry is like a spoonful of sugar, it makes the medicine go down. Thanks for putting your thoughts into words.
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wow this is good, i've felt like that before, sometimes dreams can bring up emotions you've thought you've dealt with, but what an amazing poem you got from that though, great job
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